You know everyone, when I die, I told my family that they should get the following put on my tomb stone (what--nobody calls it a 'tomb stone' anymore? I think it sounds cool in a Wild Wild West kind of way):
WE DID IT.
I told them that they should get that carved on there, because they're all killing me.
Today is the first day of summer vacation for the kids around these here parts. I told my sister we should get together with our little people and have an "end of school pizza party." All the kids lurv pizza, and even Jack, who hates anything not coated with cinnamon, chocolate and sugar was desperately looking for a break from cinnamon bread for dinner (yes, he ate two slices sans toppings! Hooray!).
It would be fun! The little maniacs could celebrate the end of the school year by running around the back yard (as if. Do kids do this anymore?), jumping on the trampoline, and indulging in some very fun baked goods provided by my sister and moi. I was feeling INSPIRED! I was going to take that stupid chocolate cake mix that had been sitting rejected since Jack's birthday several months ago and turn it into
CHOCOLATE OREO CUPCAKE SURPRISE! HOORAY!
It was a beautiful day; no humidity, just clear, warm and sunny. There was only one teeny hurdle for the day: Ella had to go for the last vaccination required before she starts kindergarten in the fall. Two weeks ago when she was all set for her DPTP needle, she woke up with MYSTERY FEVER. You know: also known as the What The F*ck Virus, which is that weird illness that comes with a fever and some mild malaise, but no other symptoms, and never really turns into much of anything. At any rate, I had to reschedule the needle.
Finally, the day had arrived. I'd already brow-beaten The Man into taking her, because I had enough of cringing while the little baby people screamed in shock and pain through the million other needles they had to get in their young lives. So, I wrung my hands a bit this morning, but soon they returned with Ella in good spirits, a green sucker in her mouth, and a Barbie bandaid on her arm.
Me: "how did that go?"
The Man: "good."